Baseball Narrative

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My foot slams on 3rd base as I run. Adrenaline is rushing through my body, my breathing is hoarse and gruff and my legs are burning with pain. I take a quick peek behind me to see who has the baseball, I finally find it in the pitcher's glove. Oh god, I thought as I run towards home base, I’m so out. Instead of slowing down to run back to 3rd base, I quicken my pace. My feet pound against the ground and my breath accelerates. I finally slide towards home base and barely touch it, right before the catcher has the ball. The crowd goes wild, kids and parents are applauding, and feet are pounding on the floor. I stand up to dust of the dirt, and see my team rushing towards me with fists pumped in the air. I smile widely with pride, I did it I thought,…show more content…
But with much practise, some scars and bruises and yes a bit of blood (due to me getting hit with a bat a couple of times), I eventually got better. Though, if you asked me before I even started to play, if I ever thought that I would ever be good at baseball, I would flat out say never. But that was when I could care less for sports, when I didn't even have a second thought about…show more content…
Playing baseball was like giving a speech in front of high school students, you get really nervous and is extremely scared to mess up. That was me every time I went up to bat, I was nervous and scared to miss, if I did, my team would get angry and or blame me for the lose. Nonetheless, I became the best and hardest batter on my team, every time it was my turn you would hear, “Big batter come’in up! Big batter!” from my teammates. I’ve been playing baseball ever since, not necessarily with an official team, but independently or with my father, and every time I play I get even better and better. Though at first I was petrified at first, I learned that being scared wasn’t going to help me get better. So i set aside all my doubts and fear, and just...played. Later on, I finally earned the guys respect, they treated me like one of them, literally, they always said, “Hey, Destinee! Are you wearing your cup?”( which was an object that protected boys special body
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